By Jan Vicente B. Pekas
At the start of the week, I had really planned on becoming productive. Several school activities still needed to be undertaken. And graduation was right around the corner. Time was running out for the module work that needed to be done. Due to my own negligence, they were all stockpiled atop each other. The most sensible thing to do was to start working on them.
Not only that, I had also planned on exercising a bit early in the morning. As I had noticed the past few weeks, I had barely sweated at all. Continuing this lifestyle would really not be healthy.
So, I decided to go to bed early, hoping to get an early start the next day. Be productive early morning and hope it translates to a productive week. Yet, things had not gone as planned. I indeed went to bed early, but sleep wouldn’t come. I guess that would be normal for a lifestyle without much exercise. By the time sleep came to me, I had received it with joy. Although, I enjoyed it all the way until late morning. The early hours were mercilessly cold and I enjoyed my blanket’s warmth way too much. The plan of a productive morning suddenly thrown off the table.
Nevertheless, the work to be done were still there. Maybe I could still answer some of them, the modules. Then, I was suddenly wakened. Something that had not occurred to me since the days of the lockdowns during the pandemic, when I would always wake up late and a hard shove was needed more than the shouts of my parents. Weird, I thought, something must have happened. It turned out, there was no electricity. An unscheduled interruption in our local area. There would be no productive morning again.
Luckily for me, there were still some days left In the week. A productive day could still be achieved the next day. What happened next was the combination of cold mornings, late night hours, and slothfulness that combined together to give me a very unproductive week. The only sweat I managed to get was from the heat of late mornings that resulted from going to be late at night. Starting late in the day was very demoralizing. And I found myself slugging through only a few of the many module work that needed to be done. The days had not gone as I “thoroughly” planned.
As the next few weeks came, I did not know if I could somehow redeem myself. But, knowing me, mistakes will definitely happen here and there. Nevertheless, I had been given more chances and I may or may not fully take advantage of these. I suspect there would still be days such as I had experienced up ahead.
We all make mistakes but I believe the bad choices we make afterwards will truly solidify our “mistakes”. It is our choice whether or not we fail to do something to change our “mistakes” into something different.
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